I have been sick for less than twenty-four hours and I am already tired of it. Sickness is an interesting thing. If one sits down and really thinks about what sickness is it is astounding. A microscopic specimen, one that goes totally unnoticed by myself or any other human being on this planent, attacks what-cha-ma-call-its in my body and makes me sick. I really do not understand it at all, but I think that is how it goes....
That tiny, little bacteria-guy totally throws-off my daily lifestyle. Simple things like breathing becomes trying. At work tonight I found myself walking around with my mouth wide open. Now, this is not an unusal occurence for me, but I felt like it was opened wider than normal. My lips were dry and peeled by the time I was done with my shift. I felt like two plump raisins had found residence on the front of my face. Attractive, right?
Also, my mind becomes extremely fuzzy. While engaged in conversation with customers or co-workers tonight I found myself tripping over my words or saying things that made absolutely no sense. I was returned with blank stares. I did deserve those blank stares because I too was giving them a similar look. If a person tried to talk to me it took my brain several minutes longer to understand what was being said and then by the time I replied my words were meaningless.
Oh, well. I would like to think that the majority of people in this world have experienced the same thing I have this evening. I am not looking forward to another day of work tomorrow, however I have all day Friday to recover. I am sure I am going to cause amusement to others and embarassment to myself by tomorrow's end. I will try my best to find comfort in that?
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